Twisting in Herbert's arms, he looks up to the older vampire, reaching up to cup his cheeks in either hand, tracing the lines of his face again, smiling.

"It's only fair, isn't it? With how often I cry?" Gentle. "And at least I won't be startled anymore, if you do. Or...or at least, I will know what it is." There is a beat when he remembers that first day, that first time waking, and all the blood on Herbert's face....

It makes sense now, where that blood had come from.